Dazai presses the button to make the train door open, but it doesn't work and the train just drives away in front of his eyes.

— Dammit. — He sighs and combs his hair back.

He notices a person next to him, who was also late for the train, most likely, and reaches for his phone to see when the next train will be.

But luck isn't on his side today: he forgot his phone at home. He curses quietly under his breath before approaching that person.

— Um... Excuse me, when is the next train?